she got dropped of at my house while i was on netflix

Falling Stars ~ Finn Wolfhard x Reader

If you asked me a couple of years ago where I thought I’d be at the age of fourteen, I wouldn’t have had an answer to give. And even if I did, it would have been so far from reality that I may as well not have even bothered to give it. I had filmed two seasons of an award-winning TV show, shot a movie adaptation of one of the best books ever written, been noticed in the acting, singing and dancing world alike, and of course, met the most special people in my life.

It was a Friday in mid-October, and I was currently in front of the cameras and under the lights with Millie Bobby Brown. The entire cast of Stranger Things had been called to New York City for the week. Friday to Friday. Since season two was just around the corner, we were everywhere. But in a good way. Currently, Millie and I were doing a photo shoot and an interview for Buzzfeed. 

We had been informed that while we were in the city, the cast of IT was flying out for a Stranger Things x IT shoot. It was for an article about young actors and how it’s been a great couple of years for our careers. Finn and I are in Stranger Things and IT, so it was going to be great spending time with everyone. It was also the night of the Emmy’s tomorrow.

“Okay!” One of the many photographers shouted, “You girls are doing great! While we get a few shots of just the boys, you can go take a quick break before the main pictures!”

Millie and I headed towards our shared dressing room and sat down on the plush sofa in the corner. The coffee table was covered in snacks and drinks. 

“So,” Millie said while taking a sip of water, “You’re spending a week with Finn.”
I opened a packet of Sour Patch Kids. “Correction, WE are spending a week with Finn. And everyone else.”
“True, but still. It’s the perfect opportunity to tell him.”
“Millie, how many times-”
“I know, I know,” She rolled her eyes, “You don’t think he feels the same way. You’re wrong, you know.”
“I really don’t think I am.”
“We’ll see. Especially after the performance tomorrow night.” Millie smirked

My stomach lurched at the mention of tomorrow night. Since the world found out that I could sing a few months ago, I had been invited to a million different places to perform. Tomorrow I was going to be on the stage at the Emmy’s. And I was flipping my shit on the inside. Millie could tell.

“Y/N, it’s going to be great! Jack, Jaeden, Wyatt, Sophia, Jeremy, and Chosen,” Millie listed our friends from IT on her fingers, “Are all flying out here tomorrow. We get to spend the afternoon with them all and then we’ve got the awards. You’ll perform, be brilliant like always, and then we’ll come back to the hotel for our movie night.”
“You really think it will work out?”
“Of course I do! And you never know, things might happen with Finn.”
“Hopefully.”

Our makeup artists came in armed with brushes and highlight to give our faces touchups. We gladly took our seats in front of the mirrors.

“Right then girls, it’s time to head back in for group shots.”

When the shoot was over we got into the cars that had been sent for us and headed back to the hotel. The Hilton was putting us up for the week, and when the others arrived tomorrow, they would be joining us in the room opposite. I could hardly contain my excitement. 

I was between Millie and Gaten in the back of one of the Jeeps. We were just talking about how well the shoot went and how we got to stay in such an expensive hotel. Before long, we arrived. 

The driver came an opened the doors and we jumped out onto the pavement. Somebody was already getting our luggage so I only had to carry my backpack. Finn was waiting for me. I couldn’t get over how much he’d grown up. He was taller, more defined, and his voice was another story completely.

“Hey, Y/N.” His smile gave me butterflies. “You looked great today.”
“Thanks, Finn. You didn’t look too bad yourself.”
He flushed. “So, we’re staying at the Hilton Hotel for a week. Crazy.”
“I know right. Just because it’s the Hilton, doesn’t mean I’m not stealing the little soaps.”
Finn laughed as we made our way through the front doors behind everyone else. “How did I guess that you were going to say that?”
“Because you know me too well.”
~
Millie and I were sharing one of the rooms, Finn and Noah next door, and Gaten and Caleb in the room after that. The suites were huge. The equivalent of a twin bedroom was actually to Queen sized beds, a bathroom, an en-suite, a kitchen and living space, and a huge balcony. It was the most beautiful hotel room I had ever seen. I was expecting gorgeous, but this was over the top.

I picked the bed by the window and started looking through my stuff. Millie was hanging things up in the walk-in wardrobe. We had a walk-in wardrobe in our hotel room?! 

“Hey, Millie?” I said
“Yeah?”
“When are our gowns being dropped off?”
“Tomorrow morning. Why?”
“I just really want to see it. Having it fitted was so fun.”
“I bet you can’t wait for Finn to see it either.”
“I know girls aren’t supposed to dress for boys, but I can’t help it.”
“I know, I know. Not to mention the fact that the whole world will see us too.”
“I still can’t get my head around that.” I took my clothes into the huge closet and started to hang them along with Millie.
“Me either. It still seems so surreal.”

Our conversation was interrupted by knocking at our door. I put the pile of pyjamas I was holding down and ran to answer it. It was Finn and Noah.

“We’ve ordered a crapload of food and the TV’s have Netflix. The others will be over in five.”

Noah and Finn let themselves into your hotel room and made themselves comfortable on one of the sofas. They were both in comfier clothes.

“Oh hi, Noah. Hi Finn. I know, these rooms are so big! And we’re great, thanks for asking. Why don’t you come in and make yourselves at home?” This was, of course, sarcasm since the boys didn’t even give me so much as a hello. The just laughed as I went into the bedroom to put your pyjamas on.

I went with black cotton shorts, fluffy socks and Wyatt’s Canada hoodie. I still had it from a couple of months when I stole it at the beach house. He was like a brother to me, so I knew he wouldn’t mind. Millie put a onzie on and grabbed some blankets. When we went out to the others, Gaten and Caleb had arrived. Finn looked up and saw me in Wyatt’s sweater.

“Does Wyatt know you’ve got that?”
“Yeah,” You sat next to him and Noah on the sofa, putting a blanket over the three of you, “I facetimed him a week after the beach house and I was wearing it. He said he’ll bring me my own.”

Finn looked at me and then back to the TV. He was scrolling through the new releases. I quickly looked at Millie who was already looking at me. She noticed it too. Finn was jealous. Of Wyatt.

“Okay, I think we should watch something funny and save the horror for when everyone else gets here tomorrow,” Gaten said, earning murmurs of agreement from everyone else.
“Yeah,” Finn muttered, “Y/N likes watching scary films with Wyatt anyway.”

I actually found it quite cute that Finn was jealous, but it was a little bit annoying. Caleb told Finn to put some comedy on. Room service soon arrived and Gaten went to get it. After a long day, we gratefully began eating. While it was nice to relax with everyone, I couldn’t stop thinking about Finn.

By three in the afternoon, everyone had arrived. Sophia was sharing with Millie and me, and I honestly couldn’t wait. Our gowns had also been sent up this morning and were currently in dress bags hanging in the closet. I wanted to put it on immediately but we had to have our hair and makeup done first.

Since they had to make us up properly for the Emmy’s, we had to have a very early dinner so they could get started. There were makeup and hair artists everywhere. Our hotel room was full. I was currently sat having my hair curled and braided. Events like these never failed to get my heart going. I was also thinking about my performance. My heart was in my mouth.

About two hours later, my hair and makeup were done and it was time to get in my dress. Finally. I was last to get into mine. Millie and Sophia were having last minute touchups done.

(Your dress)

I slipped into my little blue heels that matched my dress and smiled. Nothing made me happier than this dress. Sophia, Millie and I took a quick photo and uploaded them to our social media. Comments and likes started rolling in, including from Finn.

finnwolfhardofficial: Dashing, as always @yourusername

I tried not to scream as I pinned his comment and put your phone in my clutch bag. It was time to leave.
~
The red carpet was alive with the sounds of cheers, paparazzi and interviews. Me and the cast of IT were currently having pictures taken in front of the Emmy’s backdrop. I was in between Finn and Jeremy with my hand on my hip, smiling my red lipstick stained smile. Finn had noticed me, that was for sure. We also had pictures taken with the Stranger Things cast since Finn and I crossed over into both. I had a separate one taken with the girls as well as one with Jack, and another with Finn and Wyatt. 

Gaten and I were asked to get a quick shot with Ryan Gosling, you know, as you do. Millie and I also got photos with Jennifer Lawrence. It was completely mental.

“So,” An interviewer from Cosmo said to Jaeden and I, “You’ve been nominated for best horror movie of 2017 and best book to movie adaptation. As young actors just starting out, how does this make you feel?”
“Well,” I said, “It makes me feel proud. Not just of myself but of everyone who I’ve worked with over the past couple of years. Working on IT and Stranger Things has been such a privilege and if it wasn’t for the producers and directors, none of this would have been possible.”
Jaeden smiled. “Yeah, Y/N’s right. We don’t take these opportunities lightly, they mean a lot to all of us. It’s not just the filming and awards, it’s the friendships we’ve formed that will last forever.”
“Thank you, Y/N Y/L/N and Jaeden Lieberher. Good luck tonight, and keep shining like the stars you are.”

Since we were on the red carpet, we couldn’t have super long interviews, so we kept walking. I got given a sharpie and had to go along signing fan’s posters and taking selfies, which was one of the best parts. It was so strange being told how much someone loves me and my acting. One girl who had a photo from Stranger Things for me to sign said to me how much she loved my dress. I took a photo with her on my phone as well. I was doing the same as Gaten; taking pictures with my fans as well as them taking ones with me.

Before I knew what was happening, we were all being ushered inside for the awards ceremony. The IT cast and Stranger Things cast took up three whole rows since the producers and directors and production teams were there too. We were really close to the front.
~
It was time for my performance. I can’t explain how scared I actually was. As I stood up to head backstage, Finn squeezed my hand and smiled. I couldn’t smile back. I couldn’t do anything. Not only were hundreds of actors and actresses alike going to see me sing, I was on international television.

I was singing ‘Too Good at Goodbyes’ by Sam Smith. Gaten helped me prepare and choose my song. I went out onto the stage and looked out at the massive audience that was cheering for me. For me? It seemed too good to be true. The white lights were all on me, and the music began. 

You must think that I’m stupid
You must think that I’m a fool
You must think that I’m new to this
But I have seen this all before
I’m never gonna let you close to me
Even though you mean the most to me
‘Cause every time I open up, it hurts
So I’m never gonna get too close to you
Even when I mean the most to you
In case you go and leave me in the dirt
But every time you hurt me, the less that I cry
And every time you leave me, the quicker these tears dry
And every time you walk out, the less I love you
Baby, we don’t stand a chance, it’s sad but it’s true
I’m way too good at goodbyes

The applause when I finished was deafening. Everyone was on their feet screaming, cheering and clapping. I could see cameras flashing. My insides were more twisted than they were before I started. I couldn’t believe the reaction I was getting. And the people I was getting it from. I curtsied and walked off the stage smiling. The cheers didn’t stop until the host came back out onto the stage and started talking about my performance. I sat down and everyone hugged me and said well done. Finn grabbed my hand and didn’t let go.

I came out of their with two awards in my hands. IT got the award for best horror movie of 2017, and Stranger Things got the award for most gripping TV series of 2016 & 2017. I felt elated. After my performance, I had photos taken with so many people. Including Sam Smith who said that hearing me sing his song was magical. Finn still hadn’t let go of my hand.
~
Much to my disappointment, I had to take my dress off. All the mess was gone from the hotel room. We just had a couple of people with us to help us get out of our dresses. I put some pyjamas on and went out into the kitchen and living room. Sophia and Millie were talking about the night. I was just about to join the conversation when my phone buzzed.

Finn
Come to my hotel room. The others are across the hall and I want to talk to you.
You
Coming

I said goodbye to the girls who shared knowing looks. When I arrived at Finn’s room the door was already slightly open. I went inside and saw him standing on the balcony looking out over the big apple.

“Finn?”
He looked at me and smiled.
“You’re amazing, do you know that?”
“Woah. What?”
“When you were singing up there in that stunning dress, I couldn’t stop smiling. I still can’t. I guess tonight was the push I need to tell you that I’m fucking crazy about you, and I have been since we met. Every time I see you I fall for you a little bit more. As gooey as that sounds. And if you don’t-”

I kissed him and it felt like the stars were falling all around us. If they were, I wouldn’t have even noticed. I was too wrapped up in Finn Wolfhard.

@trash-baby-edge-lord You said anything with Finn, so here you go! Hope you like it.

Would You Be So Kind

I want to dedicate this fic to @nerdyadventures , who also beta this fic. You were with me for almost the beginning of the story and there is no way this would be the story it is today without your support, I don’t have words to tell you how thankful I am for you and I’m sorry this story haunted you even in your dreams. For @ltrumbley@bananannabeth @keekal and @artemisrae too, you guys helped me so much even if you didn’t realize it. Y por ultimo para @vithcytries eres una campeona y te agradezco tanto por cuidar mi espalda.

For the PJO/HOO Big Bang 2017.


I’m pathetic’ Annabeth thought while she clicked on the next picture, ‘very, very pathetic.’ It was a Saturday night, her roommates were out in some club having the time of their lives and what was she doing? Sitting on her bed stalking her crush on Instagram. To make things worse her crush was also her best friend for over ten years, her brain yelled at her to leave her phone but she clicked on another picture, it was of her and Percy on Montauk, his arm was around her waist and she was wearing his snapback, they both were grinning at each other and they looked so…couply. Her heart squeezed in pain. She looked at the date and tried not to groan, the picture had been posted 145 weeks ago. When did she go so deep into his page? Well, being fair, he didn’t post that often and most of the time it was random pictures and barely pictures of him unless he was with his friends (her heart did a whole routine when she realized he had more pictures with her than with anyone else)

Annabeth threw the phone on her bed. She should have gone out with Piper and Hazel but she wasn’t really feeling it, she wasn’t feeling like doing anything. Work had been brutal that week, her bosses had overworked her, leaving Annabeth laying on her bed wondering if it was worth it walking to the kitchen for a glass of wine or going back to stalk Percy’s pictures? She was sure he had a few of shirtless ones…The sound of the doorbell made her jump, she wasn’t expecting anyone and Piper and Hazel had their own keys. She did a quick check of her clothes, an oversized gray sweater, and some old constellation pj’s pants, she looked as presentable as she could be.

With one last groan, she left the room, putting her hair up in a bun. “Who is it?”

“The love of your life.” Annabeth recognized the voice, a smile forming on her lips.

“Is it you pizza? Have you finally come to elope with me?” A familiar laughter came from the door just as Annabeth was reaching to open it, revealing the man whose pictures she was obsessing over a few minutes ago.

“Unfortunately it’s Chinese not pizza,” Percy said with a smile that melted her, he looked good, too good for someone who just came out of work and was stuck on a long train ride to Brooklyn, it should be illegal to look effortlessly good. “But I hope you can still take me.”

Annabeth sighed dramatically. “I guess I can make an exception for tonight,” She took the bags from his hands and walked back inside, Percy following her. “And what do I have the honor of your lovely visit tonight?”

“I missed my best friend, isn’t that enough of a reason to come here unannounced?” He walked to the kitchen and started pulling plates from the cabinets. “Piper and Hazel aren’t home?”

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“New Kind of Love” Part 1

                                        ❝Risky Business❞

Summary: (Modern Day AU) Bucky Barnes is just another frat boy, with great looks to serve and a carefree vibe. And you’re just another good girl, with good grades and pastel pink vibes. How could two people be so different, yet perfect for each other?

Prompt: You’re my crush and you came over to my dorm with your friend. In the middle of the visit, I realize you were flirting with me. At the end of the visit, I realize you’re flirting with me to make your crush jealous | AU

Pairing: frat boy!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1990

Warnings: none for now

Author’s Note: new fic!!! finally, i got some time to put this thought together, although i’m posting the intro, this fic won’t be updated as frequently, since i have my midterms exams are coming up. so don’t ask for updates, please. taglist is open! 

special shoutout to, Carolina (@sanjariti) for helping me edit this, you’re the best, wifey <3 also, thanks to my sweet summer child, Ari (@whyisbuckyso) for coming up with a decent summary ily 

‘New Kind of Love’ Masterlist | Main Masterlist

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“I thought you said you didn’t want to come here,” Your dorm roommate, Wanda teased you as she dropped down on the couch you were sitting on. She must have caught you bobbing your head to the rhythm of whatever music that’s been blasting through the room. She sat so close to you, you could smell the stench of alcohol and sweat oozing from her body. But maybe it’s not her, just the air in this frat house. Her tight dress showed off all her best assets, and best thing is she wasn’t even shy. Wanda rests her head on the armrest of the couch, her exposed neck showcasing the dragon tattoo inked over the skin.

“No, that’s not what I said,” you defended yourself, looking at her.

“I couldn’t wipe that fucking frown off your face until I promised to help you clean the room.” She said, yet again teasing you.

“Technically, it was a bribe.”

“Which you took,” she was fast on the reply, smirking lazily.

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Three’s Company (Part 2): A Friend in Need

Title:  Three’s Company: A Friend in Need

Author:  Mimi @captain-rogers-beard

Summary: After breaking up with your fiance, you’re forced to move in with your twin brother, Bucky, and his best friend and roommate, Steve. Living with your brother is one thing. Living with the man you’ve harbored a crush on for the majority of your life is another. What could possibly go wrong?

Part 1

Characters: Steve Rogers, Female Reader (Y/N Barnes), James “Bucky” Barnes, Brock Rumlow

Word Count: 2355

Rating:  PG-13

Warnings: angst, mentions of cheating, drinking, canon typical violence

Author’s Notes:  This is my first Marvel series and AU. I write SPN on @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog. I drew inspiration from the television show “Three’s Company,”  the movie “What’s Your Number?” and a bunch of other things. Thank you to the amazing @mamapeterson and @climbthatmooselikeatree for helping me - beta work, bouncing ideas off of them, and overall encouraging me.

***My work is not to be posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

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☾late night talks with tom

Originally posted by spiderling--parker

a/n: i discovered this band called cigarettes after sex about a year and a half ago and fell in love. honestly, their music is the most calming, mellow, and relaxing stuff i’ve ever heard. i found this playlist that has their music with a couple other songs from different artists, who are just as amazing♥ this also turned out to be a lot longer than i anticipated but OH WELL ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[for dialogue, italic is for y/n and bold is for tom]

listen to this while reading♫


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Anxious

This imagine has already been uploaded to my account but this will be uploaded with tags so more can view and enjoy it <3

Imagine~ Kai noticing you were anxious and making sure you were okay.

The music boomed through the club but you were the only person who seemed effected by the deafening volume. Alone, you sat at the bar, feeling uncomfortable being surrounded by the drunk, sweaty bodies.

Caroline bounced over to you, clearly tipsy from the alcohol that was running through her veins but due to her vampiric abilities she was able to have a rather high tolerance to it. “Come on Y/N! Let’s dance!” she shouted over the music, knowing you were bored here.

You rolled your eyes and followed her to the main floor, where bodies mingled and danced to the beat. As soon as you reached the crowd, Caroline fell into the abyss of drunk people leaving you alone and cramped.

It didn’t take you long to realize you didn’t fit it and you quickly became uncomfortable in your surroundings. Your breathing became shallow and your heart pounded.

The world seemed to be closing in on you and there was nothing you could do to prevent it. Just as you felt as if you were going to pass out, two arms pulled you up. Your eyes flickered up be met with Kai’s who was staring down at you in concern.

He pulled you out of the crowd but your heart still seemed to be pounding out of your chest. You slowly tried to adjust your breathing but to no avail, Kai still had his grip on you, worried you’d collapse at any second.

“Do you wanna get out of here?” he said, clearly noticing you weren’t getting any better. You gave him a small nod, grateful he at least partly got you out of your situation.

Of all the people you thought would help you, Kai was the last person you could’ve thought of. He was the enemy and sure as hell didn’t take any liking to you which is why it was so surprising he was so willing to help you, you were sure it was another ploy to get back at everyone but at this point you didn’t care.

The cold air hit you and you finally began to regain stability but not enough to be left alone. “Kai, do you mind dropping me home?” you breathed, glancing over at him.

He nodded slowly, his eyes still coated with concern. Gradually, he led you to his car, staying beside you to make sure you were okay. The loud music slowly drifted away as you pushed yourself into Kai’s car, the smell was minty and refreshing unlike the bar which only reeked of alcohol.

Kai soon joined you in the car, revving the engine as you looked out of the window seeing the drunken bodies flowing in and out of the bar. As the car slowly drove away your panic slowly began to calm down, although your breathing still felt some what shallow you couldn’t deny that being away from the party helped.

During the car ride you could constantly see Kai glancing over at you to make sure you were okay but you couldn’t help but wonder why he cared so much. “Um, Kai?” you stammered, clearly still anxious.

He hummed lightly in response, mainly focusing on the road but still willing to listen to what you had to say. “Why’d you help me? I thought you hated me.” you murmured, looking over at him as you awaited his reply.

“When I was younger I had plenty of panic attacks. I always felt anxious especially when I didn’t have control of my magic, it didn’t help that nobody was even there to help so I know how it feels to be alone in that type of situation. Which was why I couldn’t just leave you to suffer because I know how it feels.” he explained, not taking his eyes off the road.

You weren’t sure what to say, you knew about Kai’s past but only on the surface, never anything that was deep into his personality. “Oh, I’m sorry.” you whispered, them being the only words you could utter.

He simply turned to you and gave you a small smile before pulling up outside of your home. You didn’t want to be alone yet but you were hesitant to ask him to come in.

“Do you mind coming in for a bit? I just don’t want to be alone right now.” you said shakily, glancing over at him as if awaiting rejection. But instead he gave you a small, sympathetic nod before stepping out of the car and waiting for you to join him.

Slowly, you got out of the car and approached the porch with Kai following closely behind you. As you entered the home you could feel your anxious thoughts begin to slip away as the aroma of the house shielded you from the outside world.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped inside the home, slipping your heels off by the front door. Kai followed closely behind you, replicating your actions.

“I’m gonna put some comfy clothes on but make yourself at home.” you said, walking towards the stairs and towards your room. Kai shuffled around the living room, looking for a film to watch or at least something to do.

After a while, he simply turned on your TV and put Netflix which was something he’d completely forgotten was a thing. Not long after, you trudged down the stairs with leggings and an over sized jumper on, feeling much better than you did in the tight dress you’d previously been wearing.

You glanced over to see Kai lounged on the couch, watching American Horror Story and eating a bowl of popcorn. “Usually when people say ‘make yourself at home’ people don’t take that literally.” you giggled, looking at how relaxed he was.

Kai simply rolled his eyes, continuing on with his activities as you sat down next to him. The scent of Kai’s cologne radiated onto you and you couldn’t help but breathe in the sweet scent.

As the two of you watched the show in silence you could feel yourself growing closer to Kai. Either you were slowly moving over or he was but sooner or later your head was leaning against his torso as you slowly became more and more sleepy.

After just a few episodes, Kai became aware of your growing tiredness but wasn’t sure if he should leave or stay. Just as he was about to stand up, you could feel the movement beneath you and you knew you would miss his warmth.

“Stay.” you mumbled under your breath and you could feel Kai collapse back onto the couch beneath you. Your head rested against Kai’s torso as he played lightly with your hair.

With the slow background sound of the TV you gradually drifted off to sleep, grateful it was Kai who’d come to save you on the dance floor.

(a/n) in this imagine I would like to say I’m not trying to romanticize anxiety or anything of that sort. I don’t think these should be put out as if a simple kiss will heal it. Mental health isn’t something that should be romanticized so if this imagine feels as if it is I apologize but I did try and avoid it but I also wanted to say that I won’t write imagines that involve that kind of nature<3 

BRUISES | tom holland

in which the reader is casted in “mission impossible 6” and she’s dating tom and she does her own stunts; one day he goes to sets with her and is mesmerized by how coordinated and how much agility she has while performing her stunts

WORD COUNT: 1300

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anonymous asked:

Could you write a niall blurb about being mad at eachother and he keeps trying to fix it every time he does whatever it is wrong by buying chocolate an flowers and your tired of him doing that to make up for his wrong doing?

Niall had been known to disappear when he was recording.  When the two of you started dating, he took off after your third date because the group was in the middle of recording FOUR.  You didn’t hear from him for almost two weeks.  You moved on, even said yes to a date with another guy.  So when Niall called up the night before your date like nothing was wrong, it took him three hours to get you to understand.  

What made you finally crack and give him another chance?  Any man who would spend three hours on the phone trying to convince you he wasn’t playing with your head was probably someone worth taking another look at.

When the group went off to record Made in the A.M. it wasn’t such a shock.  In fact, you weathered the almost three week absence rather well.  You had classes and exams to take your focus anyway.

Besides, when Niall finally returned…he was good at making it up to you.  Very good.

It had been a week since he’d kissed your forehead, told you he would call you later and walked out of your house.  He hadn’t called or texted since.  It was like he’d dropped off the face of the earth.  He didn’t even come home for a change of clothes.  

And it wouldn’t have bothered you, if he hadn’t left you sitting next to an empty chair across from your parents at an expensive Italian restaurant.  Your mother did what she always did, she tried to ignore the elephant in the room while your father boisterously exclaimed that he loved Italian food and this was some of the best he’d ever had.

Humiliated didn’t even begin to explain how you felt.  Alone, empty, betrayed and generally pissed off came close.  

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Sorry I'm Allergic

A/N: Okay so warning this has smut also I started this at 4:30pm and now it’s 4:24am like this looks like it was done in one second


Harry always made sure everything in his life was how he preferred it. If he wanted something he got it, if he wanted certain things changed they were changed in a heartbeat. Now, Harry wasn’t cocky about it this was just something he had grown accustom to, so getting what ever he wanted came like second nature. Although it wasn’t just him getting “special treatment” he made sure his family always had what they needed in a matter of seconds.

The only thing Harry actually wanted was someone to be with, share his thoughts with, and put his love into. Don’t get me wrong, Harry put his life and soul into his music no questions asked but he just wanted someone  that could share their feelings with him and every thought they had ever come across. And that’s where you came along, well in Harry’s book. When Harry first saw you it was at a smoothie place near his house. You were ordering a Groovy Goji with a grilled chicken wrap.

Harry didn’t know what attracted him to you he didn’t think it was your face seeing half of it were covered by Hangover styled Aviators. Maybe it was your voice, while it did sound beautiful it was the perfect mix of nasally, soft, and filled with confidence. The only words he heard there ‘goji’ 'also’ 'chicken’ since the strong wind was impairing most of his hearing. Goji and chicken sounded great to Harry but that wasn’t it either. So Harry decided it was the way you carried yourself, you stood tall and determined not to mention the natural glow you had.

Harry quickly ordered his food and sat at the table in front of you hoping to catch a glimpse of your face. A little after you both got settled you took off your sunglasses and he finally saw your full face. Harry was completely floored, it was obvious your beauty wasn’t the reason you attracted him but it was just a little bonus to finally see your face. Harry sipped on his antioxidant smoothie and tried to get a your attention buy dropping things and and coughing very loudly but you never made an effort to look up. Harry grow frustrated very quickly, everyone in the damned store looked at him with the “Oh my gosh it’s the Harry Styles” but the one girl he wanted wouldn’t even glance at him.

As said before Harry always got what he wanted, right now Harry wanted this girl to notice him and he got none of that. A hour passed of Harry ordering numerous drinks and still no contact from this girl. When he almost gave up the girl closed her laptop, shoved it in her bag and walked toward the door.

“See you again Y/N” the barista called out behind her. So that was her name it most definitely fit her face. Now Harry had a name and a face but he still seeked more. It was obvious he could have came back tomorrow and seen you, the barista’s words as evidence, but that just wasn’t enough. So the only thing that made sense to Harry was to follow you yes full on stalker follow you.

Harry made sure you were out of sight of the shop windows before towing after you. He pressed in his mind which direction you were going he all so made sure he was a good ten feet behind you at all times. While in this pursuit of you he’s learned a lot if things, everyone and he means everyone knew who were he watched as you received “Hi Y/N!” “Hello love, how are ya?” You replied with smiles, waves, and answers to those question. This whole ordeal made Harry more curious as to who you are. As he pondered who you might be he didn’t notice you stopped and turned to face him, causing Harry to crash into you.

“Okay listen here mister, I let it slide when you stared at me back at the shop even when you followed me for two blocks. But now you’re just being creepy so can you just please leave me alone?”

Harry’s heart dropped down to his stomach, blinded by the thought of this girl he completely forgot right and wrong. For god’s sake he had followed this poor girl. “ ’M so sorry. I didn’t mean ta freak yeh out I just wanted to talk to yeh.” Harry explained. “Mmm really? Ever tried 'Hey wanna talk’?”

“I’m sorry. Can I please make it up to you? I just wanna talk to yeh a bit. Maybe over a goji berry smoothie?” Harry proposed, hoping for a positive response.

“Nope sorry I’m allergic” with that she turned on her heel and kept walking down the street. Harry had properly blew it and he was more than frustrated. On his walk home he thought about what he could do to try and make the situation better. The last thing Harry wanted to do was leave a bad taste in your mouth, that’s when he thought about the barista’s words “See you again Y/N!”

Harry woke up the next day with a plan already in his head, it wasn’t that elaborate but it was a start. He woke up and put on his best outfit, with the help of his sister, and walked to the shop that got him in the mess in the first place. Harry ordered his antioxidant smoothie and a sandwich for himself with a groovy goji and a grilled chicken wrap for Y/N. Merely minutes later you walked in  “Hey! Over here.” Harry called. You looked in the direction of the voice, once you saw who it was you tried to leave immediately, but Harry was too fast. “Please jus sit down with meh so we can talk.”

“No, I don’t talk to people like you.”

Harry has never gotten that response before when he asked to talk to someone. This girl really put up a challenge but that just enticed him more. “Just because ’m famous doesn’t mean ’m stuck up if tha’s what yeh think”

Y/N looked up at Harry with dulled slow blinking eyes. “Famous?” she chuckled “ When I said people like you I meant creepy, if we’re being honest here I have no idea who you are.” Now that was a huge blow to Harry’s ego, not only did she not know him, she called him creepy. “Yeh don’t know who I am? ’M Harry Styles I’m from the band One Direction well I’m doing my own thing for the time being but.”

Y/N racked her brain for 'Harry Styles' or 'One Direction’ but nothing came up. Of course Y/N didn’t live under a rock she always knew the latest songs and Netflix TV shows but she had never heard of Harry and his band. Now she was being pursued by this hot shot since yesterday that she hasn’t heard of mainly because their prime years were covered by her emo phase which left no room for boy bands. Since My Chemical Romance and One Direction didn’t mesh well on a playlist she was left completely clueless “Yeah dude, I don’t know who you are.” Harry sighed but maybe this was a good thing, since Y/N didn’t know him she may not associate him with the womanizer image that didn’t represent him at all. “Okay well maybe we could chat about it ovar some food and such?”

Y/N thought about it, if this guy really was a creep she could rely on the employees to save her since she’s on a first name basis with all of them and even texts a few of the baristas from time to time. There was no doubt his name held weight because yesterday everyone flocked to him as soon as they walked in. At first she just thought he was a local like her self but some people asked for pictures and autographs, she thought that was odd but the letter she was writing to her brother overseas was way more important than some pretty boy local.

After a long sigh Y/N says “I guess so.” with a smile that made Harry’s heart flutter. Harry lead you to the table where your food was set up “ I got what I heard you order yesterday. That’s not really helping the creep case but.” Harry said while he sat her down and pushed her chair into the table. “Yeah no it’s fine, really sweet actually.”

Harry and Y/N talked about a lot first was about his first band and his experience on the X Factor. Harry’s talk lead more into One Direction and the great times he’s had with all four guys and even giving Y/N insight on some of the worst. Then Harry let Y/N have the spotlight where she talked about her upbringing. She told Harry just about every embarrassing story in her life because that’s what made him laugh the most. Y/N and Harry talked the whole entire day, in fact they didn’t even notice until one of the employees told them the place was closing.

They walked outside the shop to bid a goodbye to one another but they both didn’t want the night to end so Harry had an idea “Come ovar my place for a bit? We could talk some more.” Harry leaned his forehead on to hers and intertwined their fingers.

“Yeah”

Harry and Y/N walked back to his house, they talked some more about TV shows Harry spewed out his favorite in a heartbeat since he barely watched TV but he always had a few he tuned to immediately. Y/N however recommend every show on HGTV like Flip or Flop and Vintage Flip just to name a few. Harry never heard of these shows but seeing the excitement in her eyes made him want to watch them more so they agreed to watch it when they got to his place.

They got to his place in a matter of minutes he ushered her in just incase any paps were waiting to catch a glimpse of him.“So this is my place, it’s not much but I call it home.” This place looked beautiful to Y/N different art pieces decorated the white walls, different crystals sat on side tables each were different in shapes and sizes but were all connected by a common color of red. The living room and a color plan of yellow, black, and red it was weird but Harry made it work. The two walked to his couch and took a seat “Now show me this House Hunters you go on about.”

After about four episodes and Harry yelling at the wifes when they complained about the light fixtures our the shower head, the two found themselves cuddling on his couch. Y/N lifted her self from his chest to get to his face “H, calm down show’s fake anyways she’s just bitchin’ for no reason.” Harry looked up at her, her eyes were glazed over and her hair was a hot mess because Harry ran his fingers through her hair, getting it tangled, but she looked absolutely adorable. “It is? Tha’s upsetting.”

Y/N chuckled and started to ramble about something but Harry was too focused on her lips, they were puffy and looked so soft Harry couldn’t help himself. Harry reached up to capture her lips Y/N was caught off guard but it felt right and she quickly melted into the kiss. This wasn’t the 'sparks are flying’ 'fireworks in my stomach’ type of kisses because those just didn’t happen, but this was the best kiss Y/N has ever had in her life no doubt. Push came to shove and they’re in his living room making out like horny teenagers.Y/N was the one to break the kiss “Can we, I don’t know. Go to your room or something?” she said gasping for air

Harry didn’t hesitate before he lifted Y/N up and wrapped her thighs around him. He ran upstairs and dropped Y/N on the bed before crawling over her. “So beautiful love, jus’ layin’ here fo’ meh.” Harry kissed her cheek trailing down to her jawline then neck. Y/N started to moan when he sucked a sweet spot under her ear. “Oh babe that feels amazing!” she moaned and grabbed a hold of his hair. Her moans ignited something in Harry that caused him to rut his cock on her thigh.

Harry made sure he had two beautifully colored marks on her neck and collar bone before continuing. He lifted the bottom of her shirt to under her breast. Harry kissed, sucked, and kitten licked her lower stomach. Different profanities including fuck and shit leaving her mouth her skirt created no barrier as Harry continued his assault while rubbing her panty clad clit. Y/N took her shirt off and massaged her breast through her bra “Fuck Harry do something please I need you!”

Harry decided to give her what she wanted, he reached up to undo the clasps on her bra and slid it off her arms. “You’re such a fooken sight to see petal. Your tits are so perfect, let me get us situated then I’ll get back to those, okay beautiful?” Harry went down to her lower region he pulled down the zipper on her skirt and slid them down her legs. Then Harry leaned in to place a kiss her her clit he licked and sucked as much as he could seeing she still had underwear on. “Sweetheart, these little thongs yeh have on are so beautiful pet, bet they make ya ass look incredible. In fact turn around and let me see it babe.”

Y/N whined “Baby please I just want you in me please H I’ll do anything!”

“Love when I say do something, yeh do it. I don’t wanna spank that pretty ass red. But I will.”

Y/N groaned but turned around on her stomach. “Christ sweetheart I was right.” Y/N’s ass was beautiful it was the perfect size for Harry her ass turned Harry’s semi hard straight into a raging hard on. He dove into her ass, Harry licked and kissed under her left ass cheek while the right hand grabbed onto her other ass cheek. Y/N never thought someone paying this much attention to her ass would feel so good but now that it’s happened she doesn’t want to have sex again if it didn’t include this part. Most of her moans were muffled by Harry’s pillows but they both knew how aroused she was especially Harry since he could smell her dipping in between her legs.

“Sweetheart, yeh smell absolutely wonderful take off those pretty panties fo’ meh.” While Y/N took care of that, Harry quickly stripped out of his clothes, leaving his cock angry red and throbbing. Harry laid down between her spread legs as she still laid. Harry spread her pussy lips apart and blew cold air on her opening. “Har baby that feels so good, you’re doing me so good but please baby fuck me.”

“In a second love.” Harry tongued her entrance. He took his time while he ate her out he’d smack her ass a few times just to watch it bounce luckily it turned her on so it was a win-win. After Harry ate her to the verge of tears “Harry baby I’m gonna cum I’m so close babe I’m right there jus- Harry!”

“Yeh aren’t cummin’ 'till I’m deep inside you pet. But I got one more thing to do.” Harry flipped her over to see her face, her face was flushed she she was sweating, not to mention the tears going down her face. Harry cooed and wiped her tears away “I’ll let you cum in a second pet, just let me play with those pretty tits first.” Harry leaned up to circle his tongue around her nipples, making them hard. He took her pointed nipples in between his teeth and tugged on them. Y/N wanted him to fuck her so bad but this felt almost as good almost. “Harry please fuck me!”

“Okay love I gotcha. Hand meh a condom outta that drawer.” after Harry got the condom on he rubbed the head of his cock on her slit. He got whines in return from Y/N so he finally thrusted in. “Fuck Harry! You’re so big my gosh fuck me baby” The words coming from her mouth made him thrust faster, her cunt was heavenly around his cock since he had a condom on he couldn’t feel everything he’d like but he still felt on top of the world inside of her. Harry held her legs at his hips then reached down to capture this girls lips. Harry got his deepest and thrusted his hardest into Y/N and he could cum at any second. “Harry please I’m almost there!” that’s all he needed before reaching down to rub her clit. That’s what pushed her over the edged, Y/N came on his cock “Tha’s it baby cum all over Daddy’s cock I got you pet I’m right here.”

Y/N’s climax crashed down on her while Harry’s followed shortly after. Harry laid down beside his lover. “Stay tha night, I’ll make you breakfast in the morning and maybe we can have a round two.” Y/N obviously didn’t need to think twice about this offer. “Okay but next time I want to be in charge.”

“I think we can work sum out.”

Just a little Crush - Zach Dempsey

-NOT MY GIFS-

Masterlist

Word count:2,061

Warnings: Romance, Fluff, little smut?

Plot Summary: You have to work on a project with a guy you barely know, you thought the assignment would be boring but it turned out to be a lot of fun.

A/n: This one is a little long so I apologise:)  Zach Dempsey is just such an amazing character I cant even! I am also open to requests at the moment if theres anything you would like me to write. Just check my masterlist for the list of fandoms :)

“Ugh” you groaned as you and Hannah walked through the school doors into an already packed hallway.

“Come on the day has just started be at least a little more positive” said Hannah shaking her head at you as the two of you made a left towards your form room.

“It’s Monday how could anyone be positive” you said as you turned the corner.

Bryce came up to you and started talking about the ‘mad’ party he had at the weekend and how you both should have been there. He was standing in the middle of you and Hannah; Hannah thankfully started talking to him so you wouldn’t have to deal with him. As you were walking along you caught the eye of Zach who was about to smile at you but then Bryce threw his arm around you and pulled you close to him Zach’s eyes flicked from you to Bryce and then his arm around your shoulders before he looked at Justin motioning for him to look in your direction as his gaze fell to the floor. Justin turned towards you and glared at Bryce before turning back to Zach.

Hannah Had finally managed to get Bryce off of the both of you and quickly dragged you into your form room before he could give either of you any unwanted affection.

“God he’s such a creep, if he didn’t go around playing the rich kid card and actually talked nicely to people then maybe people would genuinely like him” she said flopping down into her chair that was next to yours.

“Um yeah” you said still confused about what had happened in the hallway.

Hannah leaned a little closer to you.

“Did you see the look on Zach’s face when Bryce threw his arm around you?” said Hannah with a giant smile. “He is so into you” she said before Zach and Justin entered the room.

“It was nothing” you said shaking your head as the form tutor walked in.

Three periods later and you were in biology watching the teacher ramble on about veins and capillaries or something. You were sat next to Hannah on one of the middle benches with your back to the window sitting sideways to the teacher’s desk.

“So you given any more thought to Zach?” asked Hannah in a hushed whisper wiggling her eyebrows at you.

“Shhh” you said your gaze drifting to Zach who was sat on the desk in front of the teacher facing towards the window but on the opposite side of the room.

“Oh come on” she said “he’s glanced at you at least ten times and we are only twenty minutes into the lesson.”

“Yeah right” you said, looking back over at Zach, your eyes met then he quickly turned his attention back to the teacher.

“I told you so” said Hannah elbowing you.

You turned your gaze back to her.

“It means nothing has probably just looking out of the window” you said shaking your head.

“How many more excuses are you going to make” she said sounding defeated. “Fine he doesn’t like you at all, I guess it’s just a coincidence that his grades have dropped since you joined the class, and he only ever ‘looks out the window’ in biology because it makes sense for him to do that in his favourite subject” she said sounding a little mad before turning her attention back to the teacher.

For the next thirty minutes you kept glancing back at Zach but you didn’t catch him looking at you again.

Finally the end of the lesson came and you were more than willing to leave even if it meant that you got to gym class early when the teacher decided to drop a bomb shell.

“Right class as the last assignment turned out to be nothing short of a complete shambles I am going to be putting you all in pairs, the pairs have already been chosen by me so that everyone’s skills will be properly utilised. As extra means to make sure that you complete the assignment I will be giving extra credit to whoever gets an A. But in order to win the prize you must make sure that both of you worked on the project together I will be able to tell.” Said the teacher.

The class erupted in a mix of groans and protests.

“Oh god” said Hannah “I hope I get a geek or something I could really do with the extra credit” she continued biting her lip in anticipation.

“So a geek like Clay” you asked her eyes grew wide and she elbowed you.

“Ok class settle down” said the teacher holding up a list, he began reading out the names.

You listened to the names and made faces at Hannah at pairs that defiantly weren’t going to work out and she did the same to you until, it came to your turn.

“Y/n will be paired with Zach” said the teacher and your eye instantly flicked to Zach who was also looking at you.

“Ooh now’s your chance to get to know him a little better” whispered Hannah, you turned towards her. “Big strong guy like that can teach you all about human anatomy” she said holding in her laugh.

“Ew do you even know how bad that sounded” you said looking at her with the best disgusted face you could muster.

“No but seriously, have you even been paying attention or have you been too busy say dreaming about Zach?” she asked shaking her head.

“What?” you asked confused.

“God you really haven’t have you, look at the title of the assignment dumbo” she said nodding her head in the direction of the board.

Sure enough there was the title of the assignment in big bold letters ‘Human Anatomy’

“I genuinely think that I have pissed someone off up in heaven big time” you said to Hannah in disbelief.

“Or someone up there really wants you two together, imagine how cute your babies would be” said Hannah with a smile.

“How about you and Clay?” you said knowing exactly how to shut her up about the subject.

“Ok I get it, but on another note he’s top of the class so pretty much the best partner that you can have” she finished as you both got up and walked towards the door.

Finally the day was over, and you could head home. You said goodbye to Hannah as you and her both lived in different directions, you were prepared to go home make yourself some popcorn watch a little Netflix and forget about all the events of today. But heaven defiantly wasn’t on your side.

“Hey Y/n” said Zach walking away from the group of jocks and stepping in time with you.

“Hey” you said with a smile praying the world would just swallow you up. No such luck.

“So this assignment, it pretty important that I ace it to get the grade that I want at the end of the yeah so do you think that we could start now?” he asked running his hands through his hair.

Say, no say no, you thought to yourself.

“Yeah” you said out loud mentally kicking yourself, what was wrong with you?

“Ok do you want to come back to my house, I have some books and Wi-Fi that works unlike the library” he said with a small nervous smile.

“Oh you mean right away, right away” you continued.

Just tell him that you have plans right now after school hers your opportunity to get out of this you thought again.

“Yeah ok, that’s fine by me” you said with a smile.

You mentally kicked yourself, why had you agreed, the prospect of popcorn and cheesy movies was within reach but you blew it all off to study with Zach.

“Great” he said with a big smile as the both of you began walking in the direction of his hour.

Twenty minutes later you were walking up the driveway of a rather large house, you looked at it in awe as you passed Zach’s car on the driveway. He opened the door and stepped inside motioning for you to follow. You walk in and the inside of the house matches the outside perfectly with a number of expensive looking ornaments dotted about the place. You followed Zach into the kitchen which again was massive.

“Hey do you mind if I go freshen up a little I just had practice and well” he said motioning to his sports gear that looked a little sweaty.

“No that’s fine” you said with a smile.

“Um… here the wifi password, you can get started on the project while you wait if you want” he said scribbling on a sticky note on the fridge then handing it to you. “See you in a minute” he finished putting his bag on the chair next to yours before leaving the room.

You quickly typed in the password and no sooner had you phone picked up the wifi signal a message from Hannah popped up. You unlocked your phone to answer

Italics = You

Normal = Hannah

So I saw you walking home with Dempsey… ;)

Yep we thought we would start early on the project :)

Oh… should I leave you two to get back to the “Project” then? ;P

What no! I didn’t mean it like that. He’s it the shower

So you wanted him to freshen up a little bit then?

No Hannah, he went to shower by himself and then we are going to start our biology project.

You do realise that he has a giant crush on you right?

Stop it we are just working on biology project nothing more

I know you and I know him so I am certain that it’s going to turn into something more ;P

Ugh whatever, I think I hear him coming down the stairs gtg

Just as you put your phone down Zach came walking into the room wet hair flopping in his face, a tight t-shit that stretched around his arms a little showing his muscles. His sweatpants hanging low on his hips he smiled at you before stepping forward and sitting in the chair next to you.

“So what is our project on then?” he smiled again looking through the various pieces of paper that you had sprawled about on the kitchen table.

You couldn’t help but look at him, he was gorgeous, he looked up at you that’s when you realised that you hadn’t answered his question.

“Um…errr… I don’t know” you said his gaze making you lost for words.

He didn’t say anything but the two of you began leaning closer and closer until your lips connected. He was soft at first delicate, apprehensive. Then as your hands went to his hair tangling though it the kiss grew deeper as his arms wrapped around your waist pulling you closer towards him.

He pulled away from you his face just inches from yours, he didn’t need to speak you bit your lip then nodded. In one swift motion he picked you and your legs wrapped around your waist as he carried you out of the kitchen and up the stairs. You kissed down his jawline and then down his neck finding his sweet spot when a moan escaped his lips. Then you felt the cool wood of his bedroom door on your back as he pushed you into it, causing it to swing open. He walked into the room kicking the door closed behind him before throwing you down on the bed him falling onto of his arms either side of your head as he moved to begin kissing down your neck. One arm went to his waist the other stayed in his hair. A moan escaped your lips and you could feel him smirk against your skin.  

His lips returned to yours kissing you deeply, your hands travelled down his back to the bottom of his shirt, you felt his hot skin against your fingertips and began trailing your hands up his back feeling every muscle and contour until your hands reached his shoulders. He pulled away from you briefly to pull his shirt over his head before kissing you again.

Let’s just say you didn’t get any of your assignment done that night…

So I have two younger sisters. The Middle Sister (MS) is super bitchy and entitled, to the point where any time we’d see a stereotypical mean girl in a movie, we’d call that “being a MS.” She was just awful, and the Youngest Sister (YS) and I spent this past summer literally counting down the days until MS would be moving several hours away for college. Hopefully the time and distance apart will help her shitty attitude.

Anyway, for a while the house was actually pretty peaceful as the only time anyone was home was at night and MS was no longer there to start a fight. I think that YS felt a lack of bitchiness after a while, because soon, she started adopting MS’s qualities and habits that we’d both complained about. It started out small like leaving her crap everywhere like a trail through the house and throwing fits when our mom had to resort to snapping at her when she wouldn’t clean it up. Soon after, her fits started getting aimed towards me.

Because I’m not home for most of the day, I usually don’t have the time to leave a mess behind, and even when I do, I try to get it cleaned up before it becomes an issue; the same with any chores. Because of this, my mom hardly ever needs to yell at me for anything. YS has started taking it to mean that I must unfairly be the favorite, rather than she should just do her job.

I’ll spare you from most of the arguments she starts, but they pretty much consist of:

YS: WILL YOU JUST LET ME TELL YOU MY SIDE OF THE STORY WITHOUT YOU INTERRUPTING ME!!!!! *insert nonsensical rambling that leads nowhere*
Me or mom: Are you done? Okay, now my side is that-
YS: OMG WILL YOU JUST LEAVE IT ALONE!!! I DON’T WANNA TALK ABOUT IT ANYMORE!!!

OR:

Me: Hey, you’re not doing *insert common sense here* and if you don’t do it like you’re supposed to, then-
YS: RUDE! RUDE! RUDE! MOM SHE’S BEING RUDE TO ME! TELL HER TO STOP BEING SO RUDE!!!

At first I got really upset and we’d have a yelling match before my mom jumped in and snapped at us both, but I’ve come up with a better, though primitive solution. Because our mom works more than I do, I’m usually the one she comes to for technological and schoolwork help, and because I go to art school, she brings me her fashion and craft ideas for confirmation. Now every time she intentionally pisses me off, I either record her screaming or just memorize her exact wording for the next time she wants something from me.

YS: Hey xfirechickx, can you show me how you did X?
Me: You know how to use Google *turns music up*

YS: I need you to take me to a friend’s house.
Me: That sounds like a “You problem” *turns music up*

YS: I need-
Me: WHY ARE YOU BEING SO RUDE!

The highlight so far is when she complained to our mom what I’ve been doing, and both she and our brother yelled at the exact same time, “That’s exactly what you sound like!”

Unfortunately none of this has convinced her to change her behavior, so I kicked it up one more notch. Every day YS asks me what time I’ll be working to see if it correlates with her own schedule. You see, while she’s a decent driver and there’s a car that she can call her own, she just got her permit, and can’t park on school grounds due to security checking for parking permits that you can only get if you have a license. Because of this, she requires a ride to and from school. My mom drops her off in the morning, and whenever I’m available, I’d go pick her up.

Now ever since I’ve started retaliating against her shitty attitude, I’ve just been ignoring her calls and texts to come get her. To be clear, her friends are always ready and willing to give her a ride, but they always get sidetracked with errands to run before heading home. So it’s a general comfort to me as I’m sitting in my pajamas at home watching Netflix while she’s having to help a friend go grocery shopping for an hour before getting to come home and take a nap. Try acting like a decent human being before asking me for favors.

Boring? Probably. Petty? Yeah. Do I care? Hell no.

Ice Breath (M)

So this is my first (Hobi) fic. I hope everyone enjoys. If this gets some attention I might make a part 2.

Pairing: College!Hoseok X Reader

Warning: Smut, slight fluff, drunk members, alcohol, house party.

Summary: Hoseok invites you over to his house for his birthday party before he leaves for Korea

Originally posted by ilsangrape

Do you ever think about how you’re feeling during certain times of the day? When you’re in the middle of doing something important, do you ever think if it’s making you happy? Or sad? Or some weird cocktail of emotions? The average person probably doesn’t, which is okay. Most things come automatically and without emotion. You don’t think about how your hands write a sentence when it’s not meant to mean anything. But there are some things, even people, that bring meaning to the simplest movements in life.

You typed out the coupon into the old fashioned cash register. It muttered out the receipt and you ripped it off the printer and handed it to the customer. Wishing them a good night you turned to finish up your closing job. You mindlessly and almost robotically cleaned. The clock ticked slower with every movement.

You sighed as you heard the door open. You went to straighten yourself up to tell this customer that you were closing soon. But what you saw brightened up your routine just a little bit. It was Hoseok, from your English class. You and Hoseok had known each other for several months now, but he had slowly become the highlight of your day. You’d forget that strange feeling when Hoseok would smile at you walking through the door.

“What are you doing here? We’re gonna close soon.” you questioned.

He sighed, bent over and out of breath, “Shit, yeah, I Know. Jin asked me to pick up some cups and some snacks.”

He straightened himself and smiled at you, “He’s throwing a party right now. I’m glad I got here in time. How do you run out of cups and chips when you know you’re going to throw a party?”

“Wrong person to ask.” You chuckled.  "I don’t party. You better hurry, you have two minutes until close.“

You pointed to the clock. 9:58pm. As quickly as he saw the time he bolted back into the aisles and frantically grabbed whatever he could and sprinted back to your counter. He landed in front of you with a sharp skkrt and dropped the party supplies in front of you. He chuckled, running his hand through his dark orange hair.

“So what’s the celebration?” you questioned.

Hoseok smiled, looking out the window and back to you. “It’s my birthday, actually.”

“And Jin is sending you to the store? He couldn’t have sent anyone else?” You laughed, shoving the several bags of chips into a plastic bag.

“Yeah I was the only person not doing anything. I don’t mind. Feels pretty good to get out of there and talk to a sober person for a couple minutes.”

You continued to close the register while listening to him. You looked back through the aisles, your coworkers had already closed up. You hoped to god that there wasn’t anyone else in the store, as you just wanted to go home and sleep.

Hoseok interrupted your thoughts, “You aren’t busy are you? I mean, ah, after you finish closing.”

You turned back up to him, pushing your arms through your coat. “No, but it is pretty late. Why? Do you want me to go back with you?”

“I, uh, I mean…yeah!! I mean if you want to. There’s cake.” He rubbed the back of his head, looking back up to you.

“I dunno Hoseok, it’s pretty late.”

“Oh c'mon it’s a Friday night…and it’s my birthday. Please?” He looked up to you with his sunshine filled smile, pleading for a response.

You rolled your eyes. Why not? Its not like you had anything else better to do. Although Netflix and tea sounded so much more comforting, you hadn’t gone to an actual party in ages. You didn’t like partying, but you didn’t hate it. You just hated the aftermath. Watching people throw up the contents of the night didn’t really sit well with you. You smirked at Hoseok’s smiling face.

“Alright fine, but do you mind driving me back to my place first to change? This isn’t exactly party attire.” You looked down at your navy blue store polo.

“Absolutely. C'mon.”

These were the moments that filled your life with meaning.

________

You unlocked your apartment door and dropped you purse and jacket at the door. Hoseok followed, stopping just in front of the door.

“Gimme like five minutes.” you said, heading straight to your bedroom.

You looked through your closet, picking up a knitted burgundy sweater-dress and throwing it over your body. You brushed through you hair and applied some extra mascara. Coming back out, you slipped on your knee high leather boots, almost tripping.

Hoseok giggled softly, “You look great..”

“Yeah, sure. Is it actually your birthday tonight?”

“Nah its actually the 18th. I’m just leaving before then so the boys wanted to see me before I’m off. It’s also a going away party of sorts.”

Stepping past him and giving him a strange look. You opened the door and held it open for him to step out. Locking it, you looked up at him, “Where are you off to in the middle of February?”

He chuckled. “I’m visiting Korea for a few weeks. I have some family back there that want to see me for my birthday.”

“You should like, totally bring me back a souvenir.” you said slyly.

He chuckled. “I’ll take note.”

You two walked from your front door and he opened the door to his car for you. The drive was quiet and peaceful, yet some twang of nervousness sat in your stomach. You were about to party with Hoseok. What does that even mean??

Hoseok turned to you, stopping the car in front of the house. “You aren’t nervous are you?”

Before you had the chance to say anything, Hoseok pulled you close, his hand behind your neck. He was millimeters away from you. You held your breath as you looked up to him.

“Don’t be. I’ll be with you the whole time. I dragged you into this, just let me know if you want to leave.”

Hoseok released you and you coughed out your breath. As you got out of the car, Hoseok grabbed your hand and walked you into the house. It was filled with smoke and the smell of alcohol. Smooth RnB played throughout the house. Hoseok turned to look at you swiftly while pulling you through the house. The two of you maneuvered through the crowd of people and ended up in the kitchen.

Hoseok began to prepare his own drink while Jungkook and Jimin waltzed through the maze of people up to Hoseok.  They both grabbed each shoulder, startling him.

“H-Hey guys!! I got more cups.” Hoseok said to the two other boys, both of which were also in your English class.

“Thanks man, my cup’s looking pretty beat up. Remind me not to dance and drink again.” Jungkook stated. The three laughed at his pitiful cup.

The three turned back to you. “Can I make you anything, Y/N?”

“I’ll just take whatever you’re having, Hoseok” you replied. You normally didn’t drink, but you need a little something to calm your nerves. Who knows? Maybe you’ll end up dancing with Hoseok to some raunchy song.

After concocting some vodka drink, Hoseok hooked his arm around your waist and walked you to the living room. He sat you next to the fireplace, Jimin an Jungkook following you. Three others were sitting around the room, all of which you hadn’t recognized.

You looked back at Hoseok, one arm around you, the other holing his red solo cup mixer. Where did he get this confidence? Why weren’t you stopping this? Somehow, it felt comfortable.

Hoseok must have sensed your confusion. Making his signature surprised face, he realized he needed to introduce you. “Everyone, this is Y/N. She’s in my English class..”

A sandy haired boy piped up almost immediately, speaking in a slurred and lazy tone.

“THE Y/N? The English Y/N?? This is her? Man Hobi you werent kidding.” He sat back, smugging.

“Yoongi…” Hoseok sighed.

“Wait..” you said, looking up at Hoseok, “You talk about me?”

“I can see why. She really is as cute as you say she is.” another said, with a deeper, honey-like voice.

You smirked. Hoseok liked you, no wonder he asked you to come tonight. You took a sip, sinking back into Hoseok’s arm around you. He laughed nervously, also taking a sip of his drink.

“I guess I should introduce them as well, since they all know you already. That’s Yoongi. That’s Taehyung. And that’s Namjoon.”

You waved at the three, finishing your drink. You sat the empty cup next to you, finding how the alcohol had relaxed you enough to feel comfortable in Hoseok’s embrace. You laid your head back on his arm behind you, glancing at the fireplace. The boys were lost in their conversation as you lost yourself in the flames. You could hear the muffled bounce of the music throughout the house. It was slow and rhythmic. These moments, you remembered. Comfortable and relaxing. Forgetting the world around you. Remembering the feeling.

Until Hoseok brought you back.

He moved his arm from your back to your thigh. “Can I get you another drink? I’m heading back to get another.”

“Oh, sure.” you said standing and fixing your dress.

The other boys eyed Hoseok as he led you through the cloud of drunks. He looked back at you, putting a finger over his lips. You followed him through the house and into the kitchen. You could hear the music much more clearly now. Hoseok began making his drink and turned around while mixing it with is finger. Slowly and to the beat, he began to dance-walk over to you. It was meant to be sexy but you giggled as he came towards you. Hoseok was caught in your laughter and giggled while he wrapped his free hand around your waist.

“C'mon, tell me that wasn’t sexy Y/N.” He teased.

You laughed, looking up at his brown eyes. Suddenly you felt yourself pulling towards him. Hoseok sat his drink down and placed his hand on the wall behind you. Leaning in, Hoseok gently kissed you. His lips were cold from the cold outside. Still, he tasted of vodka and honey. Whatever he was drinking, he mixed it well.

“I guess you found out about my little secret.” Hoseok said. You could still hear the beat of the music, so you put your arms around his shoulders and began to sway your head to the music.

“I’ll admit, I get butterflies before walking into class.” You admitted. “It’s hard not to when you have someone like you. You emit something between hope and happiness that I cant get enough of.”

He smirked. “You wanna get away from all these people?” he asked, moving his hand to your cheek.

You nodded and he grabbed your wrist.  He walked you through the crowd of drunks and up the stairs. You found yourselves in his bedroom. He swayed with you to the music playing downstairs. He leaned into kiss you again. His lips felt smooth, and warmer this time. Almost like you had sparked some fire inside him. His warmth pulled you closer into him as you continued to kiss him. Hoseok began to part your lips with his, lapping at you bottom lip.

You breathed out his name as your kiss deepened. Hoseok, with his strong arms embracing you further, picked you up and walked you to the bed. He laid you back onto the bed, breaking the kiss to look at you.

“Y/N…This is okay, right? I won’t go any further if you don’t want me to.” he asked with concern.

You shook your head, grabbing his face to kiss him again. This time you rolled your body into him, making him groan into the kiss.

You whispered to him, “Hoseok, I want you so much right now.”

Hoseok moved his hands to slide your dress off of your body and when he saw you in your black lace, he was taken to another land. In the low street lights coming through the window, you looked downright sexy. His lips attached to your collarbone and his ice cold hands roamed  your body. Smiling into your moan, you began to pull his shirt off, and he finished the job by pulling it over his shoulders. Even in the middle of the winter, Hoseok’s skin was a rich amber.

As Hoseok stood over you, you sat up and nipped at his neck. He wrapped his hands around your ass and lifted you so he could climb onto the bed with you. He slipped a finger around your underwear’s waistband and pulled it off. He began to trail kisses down your torso, down between your legs. He was kissing your inner thigh when he glared up at you.

“Tell me what you want, Y/N…” He whispered between kisses.

You moaned at the sight. All you wanted was for him to do was use his tongue on you.

You reached down, lacing your fingers in his hair, saying “Please.. eat me out..”

His lips got closer to your core and you could feel his icy breath, making you shiver. Smirking, he licked one long stripe up your core. You cursed at him, shivering again. This time it was from the pleasure. He continued to tongue your core slowly. He was licking long and slow stripes up you, driving you crazy. Hoseok knew exactly how to take you to a new world. Softly, he began to suck on your clit. At this point you were already seeing stars. Bringing you over the edge, Hoseok slipped two fingers in you. You came all over his lips and fingers, earning yourself a moan from him.  

You felt him release himself from you. Looking up, you saw Hoseok working on his belt buckle and removing his pants. His face was still shining from your wetness. He raised an eyebrow at you, silently questioning if you were ready for what was next. He leaned over you, placing himself at your entrance. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders.

“Hoseok…” you gasped. He pushed into you, waiting for you say something. Your silence allowed him to thrust into you once again, and then continuously. He felt so good inside you, so warm and filling. Hoseok halfway took your bra off and kneaded your breast. He was sucking red marks into your neck, moaning your name and curses and half-strung sentences.

Gasping for more, you moaned Hoseok’s name over and over again. You could feel him hitting your g spot with every thrust. You felt your heat coming, neither of you feeling any bit of cold now. The heat pulsed and overcame you in your high. Slewing out curses and remnants of Hoseok’s name, you began to notice that he was also chasing his heated high. He was grunting as he rocked the bed so hard it was hitting the wall. You two weren’t exactly quite, and now the bed hitting the wall must have brought some attention to your room. You heard a soft knock on the door.

“Give us a minute!” Hoseok yelled between grunts.

Hoseok immediately began to thrust faster and sloppier. And then you felt him release into you. Slumping over your body, Hoseok worked to catch his breath. “Fuck…” he breathed into your neck.

He pushed himself off of you and the bed. He grabbed his pants and put them on as he walked towards the door. You covered yourself with the covers, waiting for who was at the door.

Hoseok opened the door to Jin, completely drunk and looking for somewhere soft to land. Hoseok grabbed him as he fell through the door. You quickly got your underwear and dress back on and ran over to help Jin onto the bed.

“Gah…Hobi your sheets smell like sex, dude.” Jin slurred. “Did you finally get it on with Y/N?”

You nearly choked, dropping Jin onto the bed. Hoseok could barely hold back his laughter. You looked between Hoseok and Jin in utter amusement. Jin was so inebriated that he had already began to snore.

You look back at Hoseok, “What are we supposed to do now?”

“We can sleep in my parents bedroom. This big guy isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.”

Hoseok proceeded to pick you up bridal style into his parents bedroom. Laughing, you wrapped your arms around his neck. He walked you down the dark hall. You noticed that the majority of the people had left. Pushing the door open for Hoseok, he carried you into the room.

Placing you onto the bed, Hoseok looked at your dress. “Can I get you a shirt or something?”

You nodded, realizing how tired you were now. Relaxing into his parents bed, you waited for Hoseok to come back with one of his shirts. The house was silent now, the music had stopped. Hoseok came back with a shirt that was the same length as your dress. You chuckled at the size, switching out your dress for the pine scented shirt. When you pulled your head through the shirt, you found Hoseok standing at the edge of the bed.

“You think its too late to be asking you out on a date?” he asked.

You smiled at your hands in your lap. “Of course not Hobi, but lets plan it tomorrow. I’m pretty tired.”

“Right,” he smiled, climbing into bed with you. “Lets get some rest.”

Oh My, My, My - IV (Bucky Barnes AU)

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SUMMARY: A love story from start to finish.

WARNINGS: a little bit of angst and language… and like fluff for 5 seconds.

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Days passed since the incident with Bucky at Tony’s house and you wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out of it. Your mom pressed for details that night and morning after but you weren’t going to tell her you were madly in love with Bucky Barnes.

“So, how’d the party go?” Natasha sipped on her Starbucks drink.

“Shit. It was shit. My God, I hate myself. I still want to die just thinking about it.” Your hand came to palm you in the face.

“It couldn’t have been that bad.” Natasha chuckled.

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“You’re the only good thing that i have” – Justin Foley x Reader.

Summary: Focus on the last chapter of the serie, specifically when Justin and his “stepfather” discuss and he throws him out of the house, without the boy’s mother saying anything else. This one shot is focused on the topic of friendship rather than something romantic, what happens after, it‘s left to the imagination of the reader.

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The smell of butter coming from the kitchen and the sound of the microwave, causes my mouth to water. Finally, whenever I started making popcorn, those three minutes made me eternal. I was amused as I emptied the contents of the bag into a bowl, then I bent down to take out a pot of salsa. Yes it was going to be a great night; I didn’t agree if I thought it sarcastically, or it was true, considering that most of my nights on a Friday were the same. An exhaustive date between Netflix and me; But this evening would be special and not because I expected someone, but because I would have a home alone and could set the television to the highest volume if it hit me. I’m so funny! I laughed at myself as I packed up my supplies on the coffee table. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Mom go downstairs as she finished putting on her earrings; Dad left his study.

“Are you sure you want to be alone, dear?” I turned to see my mother. “You can join us. They adore you”

I chuckled.

“Because I was a little girl, Mom, now I don’t think they found me so funny unless I let them pinch my cheeks … and that won’t happen.” I pointed to her without erasing my smile. I slammed down on the couch and watched my parents get together.

“Why don’t you call one of your friends?” My father said.

“Because they must be in some party. Besides, I don’t have so many friends.” Me and my smile between teasing and trying to be kind. Sometimes I thought my parents didn’t know me at all.

“You didn’t want to go to the party?”

“Not really. Mom, Dad, I’m perfectly fine with staying here.” I raised my arms.

“And Justin?” I didn’t miss the way the man made a face. What father would like his daughter to be home alone with a boy? Even if that boy was my best friend?

“Probably with Jessica.” I smiled.

I knew Justin Foley since childhood, our parents were friends, or at least my mom was for Justin’s mother, then she started to change and finally they ended up moving away. My friendship with the basketball player didn’t flinch and we got along better than ever, except that I should share him constantly with his girlfriend, I didn’t uncomfortable, however, I also got along well with her, but I knew perfectly when I was doing a bad third and when not.

“Seriously, I’m fine; I won’t share my popcorn with anyone.” I looked at them with feigned adoration.“ You’re going to be late with your friends. Adiós

The little bottle of popcorn lay empty on the coffee table, just like my soda, while I stared at the series on the television. I found it interesting to put myself upside down on the couch, wanting to avoid the boredom I had been having for three hours with my eyes on the TV. It would probably be a good idea to go to sleep, but I wasn’t even sleepy. I had no stories to look at at Snapchat and Instagram, for I had already seen all of them. There was nothing good to do and a part of me regretted not having gone even a while to the party, mocking a few, talking to other people and maybe dancing. I’d be back before my parents came back, but they wouldn’t be back for more than two hours, I wouldn’t have time to do some of those things if I left right now, unless I decided to show up in my pretty pajamas.

I paused the series in progress and stood up taking the junk. I washed, dried them and settled in their respective places. I took a few chocolates from Mom, I knew that she would realize that it were missing two, but that it gave more, I felt like a lot. I returned to the room where I dropped into the sofa and took my phone entering Facebook, almost all my “friends” posted photos of the party, I thought I would find some Justin or Jessica but neither of them had posted anything since hours. I shuddered away from my head what those two might be doing. I left the application and before I blocked it, I got a call from Zach Dempsey. I answered.

“What’s up, Zach?”

“Have you heard from Justin?” He asked in a serious tone.

I frowned and sat on the couch looking at my chocolate, wanting to take the wrapper off with one hand. I focused on the background sound on the other side of the line, i could hear a distant noise that could be the TV, but no music. I was surprised that he wasn’t at the party.

“No. Why?”

“He was calling me a couple of hours ago”

“And … why didn’t you answer?” I shrugged, then chewed my chocolate.

I heard him sigh.

“It’s complicated, Y/N”

“Ok … what’s going on?”

“He didn’t tell you?”

“Is there something he need to tell me?” Okay, now I was confused.

Lately I had noticed the guys acting too strange, they all seemed to be alert, scared, worried, even the face of my best friend seemed increasingly exhausted, repentant, lost and even careless. I still didn’t skip the time when he missed class two days and didn’t show up at the team presentation, when I tried to talk to him, he had told me that he just gave him a stomach infection. I didn’t swallow it, since, after that, it was when the change began. And not only did they look that way, I was even present when Clay Jensen got out of control and accused all of us from causing people to commit suicide, or to speak more clearly, of Hannah Baker. Of course it was a sack that I didn’t have flat, in my life, I dealt with that girl, I only learned of her suicide because it became viral in high school. The only thing i knew about her was that she dated for a very short time with Justin, until his “dear” friend Bryce came up to take his phone and roll the photo my best friend had taken from the poor girl. In conclusion, everyone acted as if at any moment a policeman was behind them with a pair of handcuffs. And I didn’t understand why, and when I asked, they made sure to change the subject, so I just stopped insisting that everyone take care of their life. What if it hurt, was that my own best friend seemed less and less trusting me.

“I just wanted to know if you’d heard of him, Y/N, I see no. I’ll see you Monday”

“Zach” I stopped his intention to cut the call. He waited in silence “If he calls you, you talk to me, please”

“Yes”

After his answer I let him hang me. I leaned one end of the phone on my lips as I thought. I couldn’t know for sure where Justin was, doubted that at home, considering that he had told me that his mother had returned with that imbecile, but neither knew where he could have gone and less in his lost and constantly nervous state. The truth is, that lately, Justin Foley seemed a complete stranger in front of me, was no longer the same funny and carefree boy that I had gotten used to and that filled me with impotence when I thought about him, I was supposed to be one of the People who knew him the most, but, how to help him if he wouldn’t let me in? How to help him if i didn’t even know why he is submerged in constant misery? Didn’t he trust me as much as I thought? But if we told ourselves everything!

I sighed and quickly dialed Jessica’s number. I don’t know why I didn’t call him directly, maybe it was because I was scared to know him in trouble or that he would move away, again, and deny my help, but I would come to him even though he hated me for intervening.

At the third bell, she answered.

“I can’t talk now, Y/N” Jessica was crying?

“Are you okay?” I stood up from the impression. What the hell had happened now? “Jessica, talk to me”

“It’s nothing, Y/N, anyway, you don’t know anything” Sharpened her voice and I was offended “Also, why do you want to comfort me? Your best friend is someone else”

“Did Justin do something to you? I wanted to know if you were with him” she didn’t need me, well, I would just ask her the reason for my call and hang up.

“He was here, yes, and I hope I don’t have him around anymore,” she shouted.

“Jessica…”

But for the second time in the night, I was left alone with the phone in my ear. I went to Justin’s contact and undoubtedly called, but his phone jumped right into the mailbox almost immediately. This asshole had rejected my call. I locked the phone and dropped it on my side. I got tired of trying to help my friends somehow, no one seemed to want to trust me and Jessica had treated me badly. I snorted and rested my elbows on my knees as well as my chin in my hands. What kind of friends had I got? They brought something and completely excluded me from that. Now Justin and Jessica, what problem in paradise now existed? I had never heard her so aggressive and with so much hatred towards my friend, something very big had to happen between them and I was worried, for both of them, at least I knew that Jess was apparently good, but where the hell was the boy? When I discovered and found him, i would give him a good blow.

At least the boredom had passed and I had something to occupy my mind. A case that had no clue and I didn’t even know how to find them.

My phone lit up and I picked it up quickly. Justin’s name lay in the middle of the screen with a new message, I opened it as fast as the artifact allowed me.

I’m outside your house, can you go out for a moment?

I looked at one of the windows, until that moment I had noticed that it had begun to rain. I bit my lip and got to my feet leaving the phone on the couch. Going out in my pajamas was too much, considering that it was urgent to see that my friend was perfectly well, then I would take him to drag him all over the block, to worry me about this way. I took my jacket and my keys and opened the door, there, in the middle of my garden, was my best friend, drenched, hands in his pockets, his sports bag hanging from his body and staring into mine. His appearance looked just like the last few weeks when we had barely spoken, now we were in front of the other and even though i hated to admit it, i felt really uncomfortable.

I spit it out and ended up leaving the house and going into the rain. I slowly descended the porch steps and walked toward it, leaving a considerable distance between the two. Immediately I noticed his swollen eyes, he had been crying and it hurt me that i didn’t know anything about his new, almost permanent condition. I crossed my arms waiting for him to start talking. Neither of us seemed to disturb the rain.

“I know I’ve been pushing you away for a long time.” I raised my eyebrows. He continued, “And I’m so sorry, Y/N, you’re my best friend, I didn’t want to see you getting muddled in this mess; I needed an escape, know that there was still something good and that was you”

“An escape from what, Justin? Your way of acting lately … and that of everyone else? ”

“It’s more complicated than it seems. I didn’t want to tell you, because …”

“You know what? I know that things have gone very bad, and now you come to tell me that you argued with Zach and then you ended up with Jessica, then you remember that at last you have a best friend who cares about you and you come to use it as a cloth of tears” I had been affected by all this, and right now I realized that.

“What?”

“Zach called me a while ago, he told me you called him and he didn’t answer” Justin looked down “Then I called Jessica … who practically sent me to hell for being your so-called best friend. So I guess you’re just coming in to let off steam about that, that’s your problem, Foley.”

“I wish that was just my problem.” He approached me. “I’m an imbecile, Y/N, and that’s why I’ve been losing my friends slowly, even to my girlfriend, Jessica doesn’t want to know about me anymore. I know that if you knew what was happening, right now we wouldn’t be talking outside your house”

“And risking hypothermia” I said “Let’s go in” I suggested.

“Don’t. It will be easier here, you won’t have to ask me to leave you alone”

“What are you talking about, Justin?” I retreated “Who the hell did you kill to act like that?”

“I don’t want to lose you, Y/N”

“You know something? You really are missing out on me. For weeks I tried to help you without knowing what is happening to you, but you throw me away, you tell me not to worry when it is impossible not to do it, and even reject my calls. Now you come here, with me, telling me all this, because I bet, you no longer have anyone else. I’m your last choice, aren’t I?”

I was going to march to lock myself in my house, but he stopped me.

“I didn’t want to come to you!” I looked at him wounded “I didn’t want to do it because I didn’t want to poison you in this hunt” I was about to protest but he silenced me “You’re good, impeccable and graceful. Since the beginning of all this I have needed you desperately, I know that your words will always lift me, but to listen to them you need to know the truth. And I’m not sure you want to hear it”

“Talk about a goddamn time, Foley” I hissed.

“I’m sorry that you’re going to change the perspective you have on me. You have been a true friend to me”

Justin took my hand and took me to take shelter on the porch of my house, was seriously the fact that he didn’t want to enter. My friend had really done something wrong and now I wasn’t so sure I wanted to hear it.

“You remember Jessica’s party.” he started a little nervous. I nodded, how could I forget that party? My neighbor and also friend, Jeff Atkins, had died that night. “She and I were drunk … too”

“I know. I saw you” I murmured.

“We went to her room.” He paused, his eyes filled with tears. “But she was almost unconscious to go on with what we were planning …”

“Justin” I felt breathless.

“I did nothing but lay her down on her bed and cover her with a sheet. She fell asleep and my intention was to take care of her until she felt better.” I nodded following the thread of his story. “When I left her room I stayed at her door for a long time” He took a breath. "Then Bryce appeared, he was drugged and began to insist In that he wanted to enter the room, I told him that Jess was in there very badly. I wasn’t going to let him in.” I covered my mouth as I felt my heartbeat increase. “He manipulated me and entered the room, when I realized what would happen, I tried to remove him, but he pushed me out of the room and closed the door securely …”

“Stop it!” I practically screamed and closed my eyes. I could imagine what had happened then and now I understood why Jessica was crying and her sudden hatred of Justin. My head started to spin.

“I’m sorry” he sobbed.

I looked at him.

“It’s been weeks since that … And you barely spoke?” I chuckled, consumed with horror. Poor Jessica.

Then he explained me that it wasn’t by his will that he had to tell his girlfriend about what happened that night, she didn’t even know it, instead he brainwashed her with lies. Justin began to tell me that it had all started by tapes that Hannah Baker had left after her death, or rather, it came to them after. In these tapes, she explained the reasons why she decided to end her life and in each one spoke about someone specific and the actions they did against her and that led her to cut their veins and bleed in the tub. In one of those tapes, Hannah explained that she was in that room where Bryce Walker had raped Jessica Davis. At least those were Justin’s words.

“I think I’m going to vomit” I mumbled, looking away. “So … Is that why they’re acting like someone is going to kill them? On those tapes Hannah talks about you … about Zach, Jessica, Bryce, and how many more?” Justin nodded.

“I was the first … because of that damn photo that Bryce took”

“God, Justin, why didn’t you tell me?” He blinked confused.

“Are you not upset with me?”

“Of course I am! You’re an idiot and I shouldn’t forgive you! But it hurts me more than you haven’t trusted me”

“Like I said, I didn’t want to poison you with this. I didn’t want to lose you”

“Is that why you’re outside of your house at this hour?”

“Losing my girlfriend, a friend and now my best friend” He pointed at me “It’s not the only bad thing that happened to me this day”

“What else happened to you?”

“My mother’s boyfriend threw me out of the house after reading a summons”

“A summons?”

“Because of Hannah, they found evidence that points us … and well” He shrugged “I have nowhere to stay, they all turned their back on me, I know Bryce won’t do it but I don’t want to see him. Anyway, I’m sorry, Y/N, thank you for being my best friend”

He went down the steps of my house. I almost let him go but I snorted. At first i didn’t intervene because i knew nothing and he didn’t tell me, but now that he had done it, i couldn’t ignore our years of friendship and that he has always supported me. He will be an accomplice to a very serious crime, but i couldn’t bear to know that he was wandering the streets all night.

“Hey, idiot” I called him. He turned.

I walked resolutely toward him and hugged him. I wasn’t going to belong to that group that turned their back on him, because I wasn’t like them. I hadn’t done anything wrong and I wanted Justin, not to help him bother me for the rest of the night and maybe for the rest of my life in this place.

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Date Night

Author: @redstringlovers

Characters: Stiles x reader

Request: “52 with Stiles please :)” which is “Can we cuddle?”

Warnings: fluff and Stiles being spastic but cute as always

Word count: 2,335 words

A/N: Thanks to @gloire-celeste for requesting this! I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope I did a good job! Also, @susybird for always proofreading! Hope you guys like it! Let me know what you think :)

Originally posted by stilesstilinski37


“Today is the big day! Are you excited?!” Lydia says over the phone.

“Of course I am. I’m so nervous Lyds. I hope everything goes great!”

“And it will! Listen, I gotta go but call me with the deets after okay?”

“Alright bye.”

“Toodles.” I end the call, throwing my phone on the bed before holding the dress back up and looking in the mirror. I shake my head, throwing the piece of clothing somewhere in my room, walking back over to my closet to find something else to wear. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous.

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The World Is Ours

This is just something mediocre to make up for the fact that it’s been so long since I’ve last posted. Enjoy!

Justin stands at the other side of the room, his back straight and the black suit and tie clinging to him perfectly. My heart attempts to escape my ribcages whenever I look at him wearing such a thing, but I’d much rather he be wearing jeans and a T-shirt, just because I know he’d be more comfortable. He nods and smiles every now and then in response to the nonsense leaving the mouth of the man that stands close by him.

I know the smile is fake. It’s tight and hard and doesn’t touch his eyes. I watch in adoration when he licks his lips or bites down on his bottom lip, or runs a hand through his hair, I know he’s not even aware he’s doing any of these things.

Justin I both strongly dislike either of our parent’s parties, in fact, we spend many nights laid in bed and suggesting all the scenarios we could create that could get us out of them. But here we are. Again. 

“Oh, [Y/N]!” A voice bellows from the crowd of people dressed in fancy outfits, all of the faces secretly turning their noses up at everyone who so much as brushes their shoulder up against their own.

The voice is nasally and I would assume whoever is calling my name currently has the misfortune of a minor illness if I didn’t know the voice all too well.

“Amanda,” I say through gritted teeth. “How are you?” I ask while turning to my right to face her.

The woman stood before me is a close family friend. She thinks just because she happened to be close with my parents at one point in her life, she has the responsibility of making conversation with me whenever our paths meet. Her hair is cut perfectly and hugs her face. The deep red colour shines through every strand and sways almost in slow motion when she moves her head.

“I’m wonderful,” she slurs. “What about you, dear? What’s new with you?”

Even as she says this, I can guess she’s lying through her teeth. There’s a high chance her husband is cheating on her, and her, on her husband. She’s probably drowning in debt and her children wish they’d never been born. Despite this, she hides it with a smile.

“I’ve been fairly good, thank you,” I say and smile politely. “Not much is new but I’m just trying to appreciate every day.” I try to hold the smile on my face as she nods with a bored look in her eye.

“Rumour has it, you’ve got yourself a boyfriend,” Amanda grins and reaches an arm out as though to touch me, but thinks more of it and withdraws her claws.

‘I didn’t think that was so hard to believe but yes, I do.” I shift uncomfortably in my heels and feel my hand sweating around the wine glass. I alternated it between my hands and wiped my palms against my dress.

“.. Tell me about him,” she says quietly and sips her wine. I can see a red lipstick stain around the rim.

Justin pops into my mind without me having to make an effort. I suppress a smile and find the floor to be quite interesting. “Well, his name is Justin and we met a few years ago at college. He’s somewhere around here, actually.”

“I’d love to meet him.” She’s glancing around the room, and it’s painfully obvious she’s searching for a new target to make her own. I stay quiet and wait to see how long it takes before she disappears.

Eventually, I see her catch sight of her husband at the bar. She waves me off with a forced smile before her heels are click-click-clicking across the floor and through the crowd.

Sighing, I look around the room. People are smiling, laughing and enjoying themselves, sipping wine and making conversation. I tap my nails against the glass and enjoy the sound.

My shoes are the next to click against the floor while I make my way over to the long length table backed up against the wall. All sorts of food has been spread across it and I can feel my stomach rumbling at the sight.

“‘Scuse me, kind woman,” someone says - with a distinctly fake-posh accent - from directly behind me. “Would you mind joining me in a delightful conversation about the ten different yachts I own, and how I went backpacking through Antarctica last year? And let’s not forget about how I own five houses in five different states in America.”

“You suck at accents,” I laugh and crane my neck to see Justin grinning down at me. “What even was that?”

“What? That? Oh, just my imitation of just about everyone in this room.” He rolls his eyes and takes a sip of his half-empty glass of wine. “I’m surprised to see muffins and cookies being served here. I thought it’d be all scones and fancy cakes.”

“Me too,” I say while taking a cookie from the silver platter. I break it in half and feel crumbs fall into the palms of my hand. “Want some?”

Feeling Justin’s closeness, I turn to look at him once more. His mouth is parted and it allows me to see his tongue laying low. His breath is hot against my face. I break the cookie into smaller segments and drop a piece into Justin’s awaiting mouth. Crunching noises ring through my ear, and a sweet kiss lands underneath my right ear after the sound comes to a halt.

“I don’t care how stuck up these people are, they make good cookies,” he mutters quietly and it causes a buzz through my neck that lingers for a few seconds.

While he’s busy crunching down on the remaining cookie, Justin is dragged away by a man I’ve never seen, but is apparently familiar to Justin because I see a small sigh leave his lips. Justin kisses my cheek and squeezes my hand before letting go and making his way through the crowd with reluctance.

I’m left alone once more, surrounded by bodies and feeling out of place. I stroll around the room and listen in to small segment of different people’s conversations; they range from cars to time shares to housing, to holidays in the Caribbean. I end up leaning against the wall in the far side of the room.

It takes another hour or so before I see Justin again, having been dragged into encounters of my own with people I barely know.

When Justin makes an appearance, he comes in close and grips my hand with his. I’m pleased to see him and I smile instantly.

“Let’s go,” he says and I frown in confusion.

“What? Whe-“

“Let’s leave right now, anywhere you wanna go. I can’t stand another five minutes with these people. This isn’t us. We’re not classy or fancy; we sit at home eating pizza and watching Netflix, we hit the stores at midnight looking for cookie dough, we sit on hotel balconies and feel each other up. I want all of that, not this.”

He didn’t have to say anything else to win me over; I’d been feeling the exact same all night.

“Are you in?” he asks and watches me hopefully. I waste no time and nod, and before I can comprehend, my hand is prisoner to Justin’s and we’re gliding in and out of the crowd. I manage to drop my wine glass on the buffet table without spilling anything as I glide passed the it.

Thankfully, we manage to make our way to the door without being noticed or stopped as I thought we would have. I can’t see either of our parents ready to stop us from fleeing either, and this causes a rush of hope to shoot through me that makes me grab the door handle and slide out before Justin does the same.

Almost in a flash, all of the commotion and noise I had to endure over the course of the night disappears. I wonder if I’ve momentarily gone deaf until Justin coughs gently and crushes my rising worry. The night is cold and I can see our warm breath escaping into the night. Justin’s hand keeps my own warm while the rest of my body shivers.

“Where to?” I ask while he’s already busy pulling me down the drive of my parent’s house and across the street. It’s quite late, meaning there’s no one in sight. The street looks frighteningly lifeless.

“Anywhere, just somewhere we can be together,” he replies and his breath flies towards me but disappears before it can touch me.

We end up at a 24-hour store by Justin’s request, his argument being he was hungry, despite having just scoffed anything he could find on the buffet. I didn’t object because I knew I had just enough money in my bag for a drink; my throat was burning for something other than overpriced wine.

The store was the only source of light on the street, it was getting darker by the minute and the streetlights were either broken or not on a schedule and had been abandoned for the night. Either way, I had that familiar thankfulness you feel when you see artificial lights and life after all you’ve seen is darkness for a long period of time. It was comforting.

Behind the counter however, was a man who didn’t seem very happy he was working the night shift. He looked half-dead as we walked through the automatic doors and made no effort to adjust himself to appear friendly.

Justin’s hand had been holding my own all the way to the store, but as soon as we were walking down the aisle full of food, his fingers slid away from my own.

“God, I’m starving,” he mutters while grabbing anything in his sight from the shelves. It’s not long before he’s cradling his items in his arms and walking towards the counter.

Meanwhile, I grab a bottle of water from the chilled section while trailing Justin like a puppy. The packaging crinkles loudly as Justin drops his things and I place my bottle down quietly. The cashier doesn’t look impressed and sighs heavily before straightening up.

Once we’ve paid, and the cashier has received a long, hard stare from Justin after asking him if he’d like a bag, we’re back out in the cool air and strolling off into the darkness. The bag rustles and disturbs the quiet but Justin doesn’t seem to care.

“Where to now?” I ask.

“Wherever we want, babygirl. The world is ours. I just want to be with you,” Justin replies, my heart would have been beating a lot faster if he wasn’t busy rummaging through his bag for the packet of Oreos he’d just bought.

He Was Found

YOURS: AN ETHAN DOLAN ONE SHOT SERIES

I recommend reading He Was Lost before reading this.


Ethan Dolan forgot what it’s like to be annoyed at his brother. Not ‘dammit Grayson, why’d you have to go and drink all the milk’ kind of annoyed, but more like ‘dammit Grayson, why’d you have to bring up the love of my life who I stupidly let go of and miss more than anything’ type of annoyed. He is peeling oranges near the counter and Grayson’s mixing some pancake batter, tossing in handfuls of chocolate chips.

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Endgame part 3 - Jughead x Reader

A/N: HERE IT IS LOVES I made it longer as a make up for it being so late xx  Part 1 Part 2  

Also this has some parts of the newest episode (Jug’s birthday) but not exactly like the episode, I don’t want Cheryl and V to have beef so I cut that out and made it that they just crash the party for the lols ;) don’t hate me xx

Warnings: Fighting, swearing, angst, drinking etc

Word count: 3687


You got home and set up the couches for Archie and Kevin, then you and V cried about your failed love lives.

Then there was a knock at the door


You were still quite drunk, so the knock made you do a double take, you turned and counted how many people were in the room, Archie, Kevin, Veronica, Me. Who else was there?

You stood up and stumbled towards the door, you opened it slowly, hoping it wouldn’t be Jughead or Betty, they would dare show their faces, would they?

You were greeted by Chuck Clayton, “Chuck?” you asked, never in your life did you expect Chuck to be on your front door, “What’re you-” before you could finish your sentence, you noticed Reggie sitting on the ground, head leant back against the wall.

“What happened to him?” you asked as you noticed the bruises on his face, the blood coming from his nose and mouth, and his hand all cut and bruised.

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In a Very Dark Coffee

A/N: Here it is, Natural Sugars Part 2! Some of you wanted, I wrote because I love kid au’s. I hope you like it! 

Summary: I didn’t know that she is your daughter, I’m so sorry. I thought she lost and I invited her to my house. Then I realized your number hanging on her bag, and I called you right away. But would you like to stay and drink a cup of coffee? Because you’re fucking hot.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, kissing 

Word Count: 2,266 (I just went with it, lol)

For Part 1: Natural Sugar

Originally posted by constantas


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I Need to Help Her Part 1

Characters: Sam x Reader

Words: 1124

Summary: The reader struggles with depression, but when Sam goes to hell, the struggle gets harder, and the reader goes somewhere she knows she can get help. So when Sam gets his soul back, and asks where she is, what happens?

Warnings: talk of depression, cutting, and self harm!!

This is my entry for @helvonasche‘s Fucking Hel Writing Challenge! :) I got a Gif, which is below, and wrote this one shot, and Part 2, which will be coming later. I have a feeling both these parts will be emotional for many people, but I feel like I needed to post them, get this all out, for me and for others. So, enjoy!

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